Kilig

Kilig

hi!! I've been a fan of your works for the longest time!! could i request an airheaded yuu who doesn't know what they're doing half the time but they can say something randomly philosophical once in a blue moon that keeps you up at night with Riddle, Ace and Deuce? gender-neutral reader please! i thought of this one while going to bed last night so apologies if it's incomprehensible skdjksdfjkfksd

thank you!

🍭anon

Omg this was so silly… thank you so much for your request, 🍭anon! I Hope you like this!!!

Riddle, Ace and Deuce with an air-headed s/o that keeps them up at night…. (With questions)

Riddle x reader, Ace x reader, Deuce x reader

Riddle

A pair of crimson eyes tend to linger on your every step , whenever you stroll by the Heartsabyul dorm. The careful, watchful eyes of your schoolmate, Riddle Rosehearts. He is no stranger to the antics you pull, no matter if they were intended or not.

Riddle finds his reaction time improving by leaps and bounds whenever he hears your surprise. Immediately rushing to your side, ready to extract you out of whatever trouble you saw fit to land yourself in this time.

Both of his hands have long mastered the art of sliding around your waist, yanking in one smooth, fluid motion. Sometimes, the momentum gets the better of both of you, and you end up tumbling straight into his arms.

Clutching onto his shoulders, you hold him tight. Standing there in each other’s embrace, you two strike the perfect image of star-crossed lovers.

Riddle can’t help the way his lips slip upwards. A smile as sweet as ruby-red strawberry tarts. Honestly, prefect. You do enjoy having him on the edge, don’t you?

He still fusses quite a bit, though. Don’t expect to escape without a lecture. However, for all the words that fall from his lips, yours seem to have the most impact.

Odd, queer questions that would have never crossed his mind. You seem to have a knack for thinking of things people wouldn’t normally. Sometimes, he finds himself up at night pondering your queries.

Always full of surprises, aren’t you, darling?

“Hey, Riddle. Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up, like, every two hours?”

“I… honestly can’t say. Perhaps it would be the peacefulness and tranquility they sleep with… no matter how brief.”

Ace

You’ll soon grow used to a weight pressing onto your shoulders. Slinging an arm around you, Ace tends to lean into you quite a bit. He tags along wherever you go, that insufferable smirk never far from his lips.

Of course, it drops as quickly as it appears whenever he has to run to wherever you’ve wandered off this time. Ace has heard of air-minded people, but this is the first time he had to deal with one. There ain’t nothing but fluff and feathers up there, huh?

For all his teasing, Ace always is there to yank you out of whatever trouble you’ve stirred up. His arm stretching out, wrapping tightly around your torso. You could feel every pulse beating through his skin as Ace pulls you close. Out of harm’s reach.

Man, have you never heard? Curiosity killed the cat. You’re so lucky he was around to help you out. So how about a kiss, for all that effort?

Speaking of effort, you’ve made Ace burn more brainpower then the entire Night Raven curriculum has in an entire year. You had a weird fondness for weird questions that keep him tossing and turning in his sleep. Do you enjoy causing him sleepless nights?

There’s really no need for the questions, then.

He’s already thinking about you all the time.

“If money doesn't grow on trees, why do banks have branches?”

“You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now.”

Deuce

For most of his misguided youth, Deuce was always the one charging forth, headstrong. Never stopping to think about the consequences. He would have called it courage, back then.

Now watching you leap mindlessly into mess after mess, he’s changed his mind. Deuce trails after you like a lost puppy, following your every step. His curiosity often aligns with yours, although Deuce has to admire your… bravery for just going straight in. Whenever someone catches your interest, off you go! Without a care in the world.

Sometimes, that curiosity takes you too far. Then, Deuce springs into action. Honestly, he should start timing his sprinting towards you. Deuce swears he never runs this fast on the track.

He isn’t one for niceties whenever you’re under the slightest hint of danger. Arms stretched out, he’s tackling you straight out of the hit-zone. Mid-air, Deuce’s arms snake around your torso, clutching you in an tight embrace. His own back, your shield keeping you from all harm.

Both of you end up on the floor, a panting Deuce above of you. His hands pat your face frantically, words coming out in broken, jerky stammers. You have to assure him that you’re alright before his shoulders even think about starting to relax.

He’s just happy you’re ok.

Well, Deuce would be a bit lonely at night if you got hurt. He tends to call you from his dorm for homework help, although the conversations tend to drift elsewhere most of the time. Specifically, your odd questions.

Deuce’s drawing out entire diagrams, and both of you spend hours over the phone, discussing various fantastic theories. Each one more weirder then the last.

Deuce never thought he’ll have so much fun just talking.

You’re just special, aren’t you?

“Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer?”

“Hold up, I’m opening my laptop right now-“

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THSI IS SO CUTE

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO — furniture shopping for your new apartment is a lot harder than you expected it to be when your boyfriend insists on trying it out first.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ contents! fluff, pro-football player nagi, he is just the sleepiest! ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! oh how i have missed him :( my heart calls his name always <3

“sei! get up!” you hiss under your breathe as you watch your boyfriend nagi drop himself down onto another one of the display couches, letting his long legs stretch out infront of him as he relaxes into the cushions with a sigh.

“huh, why? i’m jus’ testing it out, gotta make sure it’s comfy.” his voice is a soft drawl already as he lets his eyes rest closed, snowy bangs falling over his features as you nudge at his feet with a pout.

“and is it? you’ve tested it now.” you grumble as you watch nagi tilt his head to the side slightly, shrugging his shoulders as he hums dreamily. it’s like he’s really considering his answer before his eyes peek open to cast you a sleepy glance.

“eh, yeah.. soooo comfy~ cmeer, try it out, angel.” he sighs as his arms reach for you, almost successfully grabbing at your hips before you step back out of his reach— causing the sleepy striker to send you a cute little frown before he falls back with a huff.

“but we still have so much to see seishiro.” you try to reason but you know nagi’s the hardest person to move when he gets comfy, casting a glance over your shoulder to make sure there’s not some employee on their way to kick you both out yet.

“ah, that sounds like such a pain, we can jus’ get this one.” he really was like a big baby, a 190cm pro-football player baby. his cheeks are puffed out as he pouts and he looks like he’s on the brink of falling asleep as he blinks up at you, reaching an arm out every few seconds to see if it’ll convince you to come closer.

“or i can just take u home if u don’t get up.” you hiss under your breath, opting for this route first over the actual cuddle route because you don’t wanna give into him too easily. just incase it really is that comfy.

“that’s even more bothersome. no fair, pretty thing.” nagi’s words are grumbled, a slight whine as he kicks one of his feet out and lets his hands shove into his pockets to pull out his phone. that’s when you know it just got real, watching him drop his phone into landscape and no doubt about to load up a video game— he really was getting comfortable.

“fine, sei! move over.” you finally give in, for your own sake— and the stores— because you really didn’t feel like being here all day.

“yay, you gotta cuddle me. wanna make sure we can nap here, see~” you let yourself rest down beside nagi as his arms wrap around you instinctively, pulling you easily against his chest while his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

it really was a comfy couch, you admit as you really let yourself melt into the cushions, surrounded by your boyfriends body heat as he wraps himself around you. you give it a few moments, feeling yourself sink into a blissful sort of comfort before you realise you’re still in a store, and your snowy haired boyfriend has grown a little too quiet.. and heavy next to you as you nudge him.

“hey! don’t fall asleep, sei! get up!”

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This is so bbg im so kilig rn

A Foreign Feeling Called “Love”

pairing: riddle rosehearts x male! reader

cws: homophobia, internalized homophobia

notes: i’m so sorry for disappearing from tumblr for two months i forgot my password. but hey masc presenting riddle stans, here’s some crumbs for you. riddle-centric fic but (Y/N) is in it idk how to explain it. written in second pov in the beginning then third pov in the middle (reader uses he/him). i might make a part 2 where riddle confesses to the reader if anyone wants it

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Riddle always thought he was straight. His mom had always said that she wanted her son to marry “the perfect girl” and would constantly bring this up. He’s never had feelings for girls either, but he simply believed he was a late bloomer in romance. Oh that girl over there is cute? I mean she is, but he’d never imagine dating them.

Riddle’s lack of romantic interest had stayed with him up until he got accepted into NRC. During his first year, specifically the entrance ceremony, someone had caught his eye. That someone was you. Yes you, the person who nearly knocked over the dark mirror. Yes you, the person who dropped their magic pen and fell on top of Riddle. Yes you, the breath of fresh air Riddle needed. It was a funny story really.

—

Riddle had been paying no attention to the ceremony before your accident. You had just gotten sorted into Heartslabyul for whatever reason, and nearly knocked over the dark mirror after walking away.

You panicked and held the mirror in place afterwards. Riddle had a look of shock on his face. How could someone be so careless? How could someone be so clumsy? How could someone look so cute when flustered? Wait… cute?

Had something awakened in him? Riddle was twiddling with his thumbs trying to grasp on how he thought you could be- well- cute! And plus, you were a guy. Boys can’t like boys, he’s always been taught this… Those thoughts clouded his mind, but were immediately interrupted with the feeling of falling down and a sudden thud.

On top of him was a red flustered face. Your lips were quivering with embarrassment while your hands were clammy. Your hands and legs trapped him beneath you, like a predator catching it’s prey. Riddle noticed all the details of your face in those 10 seconds.

Your beautiful eyes gave him all the attention he had ever wanted. Your lips were so kissable, he just wanted to comfort you and pepper you with kisses. Your cheeks were oh so red, and he had wanted to touch them and feel the intense heat.

He couldn’t talk though, he was sure his face was more red than yours. Riddle felt his own heat that covered his cheeks. This feeling of embarrassment was different than before. This feeling of thinking, and now seeing this person was so new to him. Such a foreign feeling had a special place in his heart.

“I’m- I’m so sorry! Please forgive me I tripped on my magic pen and didn’t watch where I was going and I tripped and I really didn’t mean to fall on you!” You had explained in a hurry.

You got off of him after you apologized, realizing the whispers amongst the crowd. The snickers you heard, the small teasing. They meant no harm really, they just found this hilarious. Truthfully this woke them up.

Riddle has gotten off of the floor and dusted off his robe. Cheeks still red, he looked at you with annoyance. Yes annoyance, this had to be the feeling he was feeling. Not love, right?

“Please watch where you’re going next time, or else it will be off with your head…” Riddle said while averting eye contact.

You apologized once more and were pulled away from him.

“(Y/N) (L/N), I would expect better from a new coming Night Raven College student!” Headmage Crowley had scolded.

(Y/N)… that was his name. Riddle would have to keep it engraved in his memory.

Since then, you’ve always been on his mind. He had you in a few classes and would always get reminded of the time you were on top of him. That mental image of your flustered face never left his mind, no matter how much Riddle tried forgetting it.

And with being in the same dorm as you, he was bound to see you. Sometimes he would see you in the common room studying. Other times he’d see leaving for classes.

You always seemed uncomfortable around him though. That was partially his fault though, he made it seem like he hated you after that. Every time Riddle would walk towards your way, you’d always walk the other way or would be as still as a statue.

He never thought his first year experience would be like this. Riddle was worried that you hated him instead. His feelings for you were so fuzzy, he couldn’t understand it. So he went to his best friend Trey Clover for some help. Surely he’d be of some use.

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“Yeah you like him.”

WHAT?! No, there was no way he would be in love with another boy. All his life he’s been taught that this is wrong, this is disgusting. Although he’s never felt love before, maybe he could try this. What no, what is he thinking?! He’s gross, he’s disgusting, what would his mother think?

“I’m sure I do NOT like him, Trey.”

Trey simply rolled his eyes and sighed.

“The way you explained it to me made it seem like you have a crush on them. I mean, no one explains the person they dislike as someone you want to “hug and comfort while wiping their tears”. Sounds like you’re in love.”

The hugging and comforting while wiping his tears part wasn’t gay. He just wanted to comfort him whenever he was stuck on homework and looked like he was about to cry. Not gay.

“I’ve- I’ve never felt love before. And either way, (Y/N) is a boy. I can’t be in love with- with another boy!”

Riddle was fighting with himself inside. On one hand, he did enjoy (Y/N). He enjoyed seeing their behavior from the side, noticing all the small things he did like slightly tilting his head when he was confused. He also gripped his pencil harder when he had a hard time on homework. Oh and (Y/N) also covered his face whenever he was embarrassed and it would always be the cutest thing… but he wasn’t interested in men.

“Riddle I know how your mother feels about same sex couples, but they aren’t gross or disgusting, they’re just themselves. They’re just like us, they just want to love the people they love normally without feeling shunned.” Trey explained while comforting Riddle.

Riddle never thought same sex couples were gross, he only thought of himself as gross if he were to ever like another boy. His mother would always express her potential hatred towards him if he were ever gay. He was just scared. Scared of disappointing his mother. Scared of being shunned from the world.

“I know- I know Trey. I just need time to think about this whole thing. Thank you.” Riddle said while leaving.

Trey simply waved, knowing Riddle would need some time alone.

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Riddle entered his dorm room and flopped onto his bed. Love is so weird. It’s so gross. It’s an icky feeling, why would people like it so much?!

He grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. These emotions are so weird. They hurt his head too much, he just needs to focus on his studies. His mother would be disappointed, wouldn’t she.

Riddle went back to seeing you at the entrance ceremony. You were something fresh, something new. You were yourself. That’s what he liked about you. Your quirks reflected your true self, one some people wouldn’t know. On the surface you seemed air-headed and impulsive, but after taking one good look at you, you were far more than that.

Fuck maybe this was love. Riddle still feels gross about this. Defying what he was taught all of his life in a matter of a few months. It would take a lot of time and self-love to accept this, but Riddle didn’t have the energy to do so. He had his mother he needed to make proud. So the best solution would be to push down these feelings.

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A week passed after his talk with Trey. A full week of knowing he liked (Y/N). He couldn’t take it, he couldn’t take seeing you in the hall or in classes. It hurt his head, but more importantly it hurt his heart.

That all had changed after one fateful day. The day you had talked to him after alchemy class. Riddle was packing up his books and felt someone grab onto his wrist as he was leaving.

“R-Riddle Rosehearts…! I um- I need to talk to you!” You stumbled out with the same flushed face that never left Riddle’s mind.

Why would (Y/N) want to talk? Didn’t (Y/N) hate Riddle?

“W-What do you need (Y/N)?” Riddle asked, staring at (Y/N)’s hand, still grabbing onto Riddle’s wrist.

You sighed and covered your red face with your free hand.

“I want to be friends! Wait no I- I don’t hate you I swear. I know you always look at me whenever we’re in the same room, I really hope you don’t hate me or think I’m annoying. And I’m sorry if I’ve ever made it seem like you hate me. I just thought you’d never want to see me after the entrance ceremony, so I tried to distance myself from you…”

Riddle had melted inside. You were so caring, so sweet. You didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable so you never talked to him.

It took Riddle a few seconds to think of an answer to you. From (Y/N)’s end, all they could see was the flushed shocked face of Riddle Rosehearts.

“I- Well I never hated you as well (Y/N). I just- just don’t know how to respond to certain situations.”

Just like the entrance ceremony, he averted eye contact. (Y/N) smiled, and brung his other hand to clasp Riddle’s wrist.

“Then are we friends now?” (Y/N) asked excitedly.

Riddle couldn’t say no to his adorable face.

“I suppose we are.” Riddle responded, still red.

Yup, Riddle was definitely in love.

Im saur excited for this

P.S i still love you !

Childe x reader ☆ smau

Synopsis — Are his dreams coming true ? his high school crush suddenly appears to be his secretary! But those dreams were shattered when realizing you don't remember him at all. Will you give him a chance? or will the past repeat itself in where you reject him once more?

Genre — Boss/employee troupe, GN! reader, kdrama inispred smau hehe,cheesy and corny, fluff,crack, minimal angst, Childe had a crush on the reader but was turned down in highschool, childe is sort of a loser and simp, y/n is cool 🙏

Status — Not started yet!(will start after or when my scara smau is ending)

💌 — feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

Chapters: tba...

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LAUFEY REAL

"FROM THE START!"

SAE ITOSHI X READER !

GENDER NEUTRAL!

warnings : sae being a cutie patootie

From the day Sae arrived in Spain, it was not going well. He had just met up with his competitors in the Royal Madrid club and he had felt absolutely, utterly defeated. There was no way he was going to become the world's best striker. It was out of reach, for a nobody like him.

Not even in academics can Sae outshine them. Although it was obvious that he clearly wanted to at least try to best them in something, not even trigonometry was on his side. In many ways, Sae had already given up on his dreams.

Merely a month has passed and Sae still has not found any sort of joy since coming to Spain. Everyday, even after merciless professors unleashing questions that required at least 18 scholars and 23 trained council leaders at the Agora from Ancient Athens to decipher (his classmates solved it in approximately 0.394 seconds), he also had to face brutal training sessions from his dog-like coach, barking orders at him day after day, week after week. This torture sessions continued on for weeks on end, until Sae could not take it anymore. He just really wanted a break, and just really wanted to see Rin again. Sae shut the door to his apartment, and really, REALLY wish he did not break down in his paper-thin dorm walls. That all went down the drain when he turned his phone on and saw Rin, 5 year old Rin, smiling back at him. Soon, one tears turned to two, two turned to three, and three turned to many. Itoshi Sae, Japan's child prodigy, the treasure of Japanese Football, was having a mental breakdown in his dorm room in Spain.

Who would be the knight in shining armor to save his day?

...You, of course. This wouldn't be a Sae x reader fanfic if it weren't you.

Kind-hearted you living next door overheard his sobbing and got worried. Who would be crying at 6.50 pm in the night? You were tired from studying about the law from the Roman Empire anyways, and thought you deserved a break from the mind boggling questions posed to you. (Seriously, who asks people to find the cause of the downfall of Rome? As a LAW STUDENT?)

So, you did only what your tired mind could think of. Bake some cookies for your neighbour. Do you have all the ingredients? Yes, since you bought them on a whim, albeit losing the motivation to bake immediately. You got up from your chair and decided to head to your kitchen. (LET HIM COOK 🔥🔥🔥)

Although the cupcakes were baked on a whim, you can't deny that the sweet strawberry scent was in fact, quite convincing that this cupcake was most definitely one of the best things you've baked in a while (being a law student doesn't really allow for leisure activities..), and it did help get your mind off the excruciatingly painful essay questions anyways. Now, all you have to do it just pass it to him. Easy, right?

The doorbell rang once. Twice. Thrice, and you hear heavy footsteps trudging to the door. You took a deep breath as you hear the door handle turn, and tired eyes glanced at the cupcakes in your hand before turning towards you. All you could do was give an awkward smile to the eyes, covered by the bangs and looking absolutely demolished. "Um, You...sounded like you weren't having the best of days. You, um, do you want a cupcake?" A deafening silence fills the room. "Okay. Thanks." Sae gives a small smile. An approval.

You and Sae's "neighbourliness" got closer and closer, until Sae and you actually were considered best friends. Best friends that attended everything together, from Sae's soccer matches to your court proceedings, and even Sae following you to every frat house party (in the breaks given, of course.) to ensure that nobody dares to even come one inch closer to you when you're intoxicated.

It was actuallg at this particular party when you realised your true feelings for Sae. And that's when you're sober, so you REALLY know it's real. The realisation hits you when you come back from the toilet to see Sae pushing someone away approaching your drink with a ... something in hand. They were then engaged in an argument, and then, Sae just...slapped him. It was like everything happened in a flash, but the constant increase in your heartbeats sing a different song. Sae eventually was so done with the guy he went upstairs, dragged your arm and found a quiet place to sit at to calm down.

"...fucker. What a bitch. Can't believe he would even think I would let him touch that." Sae kept grumbling and mumbling about it, but your mind was only focus on how his long lashes fluttered when he batted his eyelids, or how he crumples his cup in rage when bitching about that guy.

For you. For you, for you, for you, for you, for you-

Thoughts were swarming your head right now, and Sae, seeing the distressed look on your face, got worried for you.

"You kay?" Sae's worried voice asked.

"Y-yeah, thanks." You meekly reply.

The music from the party slowly drowns out. The Spotify playlist that Sae made (for you too, by the way) was all you could hear beside the blood rush in your ears.

"Mmn, this song is good." Sae commented.

Have to get this off my chest, I'm telling you today..

"Sae, can I tell you something?" You raised up.

"Hm? What's up?" Sae questioned, his eyebrows raising.

That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through, and shoots an arrow through my heart..!

"Promise, PROMISE, you won't laugh?" You had to make sure. It's gonna be very extremely embarrassing if he does.

"What's got ya so worked up? I won't, I promise!" Sae ruffed up your hair adoringly.

And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?

"Well, I-" You hesitated. Will he reciprocate your feelings? What if he doesn't and finds you annoying? What if he didn't even like you as a friend? What if-

"Hey, you're off again. What did you want to say?" Sae's voice takes on a sterner tone, concern etched all over his face for you.

"Well, I confess I loved you from the start.."

You have never seen Sae's face so red before.

THIS IS SO CUTE RRRRRRRRRRR

“Chu-Chu!” Jealous! Chuuya Nakahara x G/N Reader - Bungou Stray Dogs

Warnings: Just some mild swearing (it’s literally chuuya), that’s pretty much it.

Chuuya grit his teeth as he watches you hug a plushie of him tightly, completely forgetting about his presence for the 5th time today. He already felt like ripping that stupid stuffed toy apart and throwing it out the window.

How dare that thing take his rightful place…? It should be HIM you’re hugging, not some damn plushie!

You were only sitting beside him with the Chuuya plushie held close to your chest, causing the actual Chuuya to narrow his blue eyes at the thing that was stealing your attention away from him.

You wouldn’t pay Chuuya any mind or attention the entire night due to your consistent coddling towards the plushie as you held it close to your chest.

“Goddammit, when are they going to throw that toy away already…?” He thought to himself with an almost envious scowl, glaring at the plushie in your arms.

Chuuya hated to admit it, but he was jealous...Jealous that stupid plushie of him you sewed got more attention from you than you give him him. You barely paid him any mind, only paying attention to the cute plushie instead, and it infuriated him.

The plushie even looked exactly like him. The orange hair, the grey tux, the fedora hat, the coat, it just looked more cotton-like and small.

Well...Small-er.

Chuuya remained quiet and took another sip of his cold drink. His gaze fixated on you until he finally clicked his tongue in frustration and slammed his drink down quite angrily.

“I'll tear that thing to shreds, maybe they'll finally acknowledge my damn existence..." He mumbled to himself with a scowl, voice low enough for you not to hear him.

Before you could even react, Chuuya abruptly snatched the plushie from your arms, glaring down at the thing that was slowly poisoning your mind.

You gasped, startled by the sudden snatch and spun your head towards the source, only to see your boyfriend holding the plushie in his grasp tightly, "Chu-Chu!" You cried dramatically, trying to grab it yet Chuuya held it far away for you not to touch it.

"Chu-Chu...?" Chuuya repeated in disbelief with a glare sent to you. He slowly raised his free hand, the other holding the plushie securely, and pointed it at you, then he started to speak up again in a harsh tone.

"You've got some nerve..." He began with a cold stare, "You don't even speak to me at all. But when it comes to this ugly piece of cotton, you're willing to yell it's name out loud?! Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?!"

"It's not ugly, Chuuya! It's cute!" You gasped dramatically at your boyfriend, offended by his words as you continued to try and grab the plushie that just had a small, unwavering smile on it's face.

"It's hideous!"

"IT'S ADORABLE!"

Chuuya lowered down the hand holding the plushie, turning the other way while rubbing the bridge of his nose with an exhale leaving him.

"And what about me?" He then asked with a frown, turning to face you, "Am I not handsome? Do I not deserve your acknowledgment? Do you know how stupid it is when you give a goddamn toy more affection then you give me?"

You were clearly taken aback by his words as your brows furrowed and your hand dropped onto your lap.

"What are you—" You cut yourself off suddenly as a smirk slowly spread across your face, "Are you jealous...Of a plushie, Chuuya...?"

Chuuya stiffened at your words, a blush creeping on his cheeks, and he went silent for a moment before he looked back at you with narrowed eyes. He was thinking on whether to tell the truth or not, but he had already said too much.

"Yeah? So what?" He glared, holding the plushie in his lap with a firm grip, "You've been paying more attention to a sack of cotton more than you have been me! Of course I'm upset!" Despite how defensive he's being, he still looked pretty embarrassed and even tried to not make eye-contact with you.

You only laughed, throwing your head back against your chair, causing Chuuya to grumble.

“You're seriously jealous over Chu-Chu?” You snickered, trying to contain your laughter.

"Quit calling it Chu-Chu like it's a human being!" Chuuya demands, slamming his hands on the table, dropping Chu-Chu in the process to which you quickly caught with your foot and bounced it back up in your lap.

You finally stopped laughing, but your grin was still visible on your face as you fixed your position in your seat. You couldn’t believe this was the same Port Mafia executive who would kill someone heartlessly with cold blood, “Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll put Chu-Chu to the side, then we can cuddle and you can have all the affection you deserved!" You grinned wider and put Chu-Chu on the table in-front of the red lounge sofa, spreading your arms out for him to enter.

Chuuya narrowed his eyes skeptically as he stared at your open arms, he was still annoyed but you knew he couldn't say no either. He slowly approached you, not saying a word and he eventually sat on your lap and wrapped his arms around you.

"I don't know how I got such a ridiculous lover." He said as he buried his face on your shoulder, "You can be such an idiot sometimes...Yet, I can't stop loving you."

The fact he was calling you ridiculous despite getting jealous over a plushie, and was only calmed down by cuddles was pretty ironic, but you decided not to say anything.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too..." You instead giggled, leaning your head against his and holding him closer. Chuuya smiled lightly against your shoulder at your words, a light blush spreading over his cheeks which you didn’t seem to notice.

The two stayed silent for awhile as they laid in each-other's arms peacefully before you suddenly broke it.

"Can Chu-Chu cuddle with us?” You asked sweetly, blinking your eyes in an innocent matter.

Chuuya was about to object, but sighed and glanced at the plushie for a moment before he looked back at you as if you were a child asking for a toy.

"Alright, the toy can join us," He said grumpily, "for now..." He added which came out as a mumble.

You grinned and reached over to grab Chu-Chu, placing him in between you and Chuuya before going back to cuddling with him.

After a few more minutes, Chuuya could hear your soft breathing and snores against his chest, and he took that as his chance to kick the plushie off the couch and away from them.

He held his leg up and swiftly kicked it directly where it’s face was located, causing the plushie to collapse on the ground with a soft thud!

A triumphant smirk spread across Chuuya’s face as he watched Chu-Chu lay flat on the ground like a starfish, the smile still on it’s face.

“Serves you right, little bastard…”

Live laugh love Chu-Chu, he does no wrong 🫶🫶 and I made this while my cat was laying in-between my legs, BUT HE WON’T MOVE AND I’LL FEEL TOO BAD IF I GET UP 😭😭

the chuuya plushie in question:

saw this plushie on ebay and I immediately thought of making this